My hands trembled from the cold, pulling my thin robe closer to my freezing self. My tight, pinching boots clacked against the stone ground as I hurried in the night, trying not to be seen. All the abandoned and broken down houses that lined my street seemed unfamiliar and creepy in the night. Usually, in the day it would give me a sense of home, belonging, since this place is where I grew up and was the only place I truly knew. Now, I didn't recognize them. I didn't recognize anything. That alone sent another shudder down my back. My breath froze in midair, and every time I inhaled I thought my nose was going to freeze off. I had no idea why I was here, why this was so important that I snuck out of the house in the middle of the night, and why I was getting myself into this mess. In fact, I wanted to turn back. So badly. But I couldn't. Some invisible force was pulling me towards my destination, and pushing me away from home. Now, you're probably wondering where in the world I'm even going. The truth is, I don't know. But there's a faint memory, a faint urging in my head that is also in danger of being blown away by these harsh winter winds. Something about someone called the Secret Keeper. And something about how I needed to find her, and fast, or else everything I knew and loved would be destroyed.
